Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

But then I think about my sister and what a shell-less turtle she was and how she wanted me to be one too. C'mon, Lennie, she used to say to me at least ten times a day. C'mon Len. And that makes me feel better, like it's her life rather than her death that is now teaching me how to be, who to be.

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky

We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.